Novels by Elliot

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I watched her without realizing it, watched until the sun was setting and the barrier surrounding Samael’s plan was thinner, until the rune fragment she sent me was strong enough to enter."Don’t be an idiot," I remembered as my wings throbbed, "there’s no room for kindness, not after all you’ve done, don’t be such a hypocrite".I swallowed hard and a smile easily appeared on my lips when I crossed. It was like a fog touching my skin, a comfortable cold, a feeling I had missed even without realizing it.What the hell was I thinking? What was going on with me?I closed my eyes tightly, but my wings just beat, just took me there, to that breathless breath and that smile that could be felt in her voice when she called me."Azrael!" His arms wrapped around my neck and... had they always been so warm?"I thought you couldn’t come..." whispered her face down to my neck, I could feel her lips arched into a smile "okay? Did you get hurt getting past the barri

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱The child began to be able to move gradually, in a way that was still a little time consuming and different from his usual, from the child who ran around and insisted so much to have his little body in that garden.His speech had returned too, his voice was less guttural, more understandable and a smile that was not painful could be seen, one that was not put on that face just because of the melancholy of Callisto."Look! You can move your arms better now" the quartz eyes were flickering as you said that as something equivalent to Loren’s first steps, as if that was some kind of novelty that should be celebrated with various gifts and a party "how is your breathing? Something still burns?" tried to caress that small face as if it was something that would break by any slip on his part.Loren was now like a valuable piece of porcelain, one that could not risk being damaged after being restored."I’m fine, Dad..." the child’s voice was still low when to

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"I like stars," he said while playing with a pearl between my fingers "I like how they look, how they’re bright and beautiful. I like purple, I like how the sun in this world is red, even though here where Samael lives he looks different."Keir smiled, his hands still playing by my hair."What else?" asked me with her face resting on my thighs."I like salty foods, slightly spicy, bittersweet and especially the dessert that the boss of the mansion always makes." The one that looks like jelly with syrup."Pudding? ' She asked me smiling from the corner and I nodded."That’s right, pudding.""Um, um, uh...""I also like pretty dresses, braided hair, flat shoes, delicate swords..." I continued to list "I like hardcover books and slow songs.""And old scrolls? You live surrounded by them" Keir joked, his lips arched in a mischievous smile that made my heart beat."Silly" I hit with my fingertips on his nose."I know, I know" gave up "continue... what els

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Quinn ⋅• ♱His arms wrapped around my body and then everything seemed to be fine.I no longer felt the blood, nor the weight of the souls that I plucked, that I hurt."Everything will be fine" he repeated as a melodic song and if it was Calisto who told me those things... I naturally believed."How can you not like it here?" I asked as I stared at that landscape, the sky, the grass that resembled a red foliage. The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy.Calisto snorted."I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side."A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope."Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck.I loved that being.He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face.I loved the

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱I could not sleep.My eyes weighed and weighed, but I could not sleep - because there, in my arms -, there was a fragile being who did not seem able to open his eyes again.Whenever everything was cloudy and sleep pulled me down, I saw myself awakening in fright and looking at him.Checking.Checking to see if he was still alive, if he was still breathing.It was every day, every second - more complicated to watch, to watch."You should rest," Azrael told me one night, his eyes sharply in pain as he stared at the child, my child."How?" I heard myself ask, Loren’s sleeping face was so pale I had to put my fingers close to her nostrils to make sure he was still alive."Samael is good" he said hoping to console me, but it didn’t work.How would it work?"Then why haven’t we heard from you?" I practically growled, my hands closed in fists, tears burning in my eyes "I sent letters and more letters... I... I did everything I could... I DEMANDED answers a

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Asmodeus is a great...""This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood."You’ve been repeating this since...""Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.I wasn’t in the mood to be careful about whether or not I could hurt him or even break his prison.I was just tired.I wanted to see her."It needs to work" I muttered as I imbued more and more magic in that little crystal "work, work..." I kept repeating, as if somehow that was a stupid mantra - strong enough to make everything work; but nothing could be easy when it was for me, right?Nothing worked as it should.I bit my mouth hard, the fangs thrust into my lip until a sliver of blood came down my chin.I couldn’t see her, I couldn’t be with her or protect her. I couldn’t go to her even though time was passing and yet, the least I was a

Kalias stood at the edge of the dark forest, the towering trees casting long shadows over the path ahead. The weight of his decision lingered, heavy in his chest. To move forward, to reclaim his throne, meant confronting not only Hera and Kirill but also the past he had tried to bury deep within himself.Aynur walked beside him, her ethereal presence like a cold breeze against his skin. She had promised him the truth, the full story of what had led to his downfall. But part of him feared that truth. What if he wasn’t ready for it?“You hesitate,” Aynur’s voice came softly, pulling him from his thoughts. Her eyes glowed like twin moons as she studied his face.Kalias clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “I’m not afraid of the truth, Goddess. I just don’t see how knowing it will help me reclaim what was taken.”“The truth will set you free,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “Your enemy is not just Hera. It never has been.”Kalias scoffed, his wolf-like eyes narrowing. “You kee

The soft glow of the moon filtered through the cracks in the stone walls, casting long shadows across the room where Aynur’s newly awakened form lay in silence. Kalias stood at the edge of the room, torn between a flood of conflicting emotions. She had promised to restore his crown, to make him whole again, and yet... something about the Goddess’s words haunted him.How would she fix what was broken? How could she restore his kingdom when the people who once followed him were now dead or, worse, had betrayed him? His thoughts drifted to Hera, the woman who had shattered his life. He clenched his fists, the old rage surfacing like a wave ready to crash against everything in its path.As if sensing his turmoil, Aynur stirred. Her silver eyes fluttered open, their cold brilliance piercing the darkness. She regarded him for a long moment, a strange mixture of sorrow and something he couldn’t quite place. Pity?“Your mind is restless,” she observed quietly, her voice soft yet carrying the

A long time ago...When Hera was born, she knew she wasn't special.She didn't have incredible abilities, and her parents? They were average. Mediocre.In a world where magic and superpowered wolves exist, not being special was the same as being discarded. Luckily, the Goddess had been merciful to Hera, and after all that time begging for her parents' love to survive, she was able to crawl around the castle and get a job there.She was beautiful, and that was all she had. But for mediocre men like those who walked the palace halls, that was more than enough.One after another, she seduced, wishing to reach the top, to the king. But to her misfortune, the king who now sat on the throne was no longer the former Alpha, known for taking any woman that pleased him as a concubine.No.The one on the throne was his son. Kalias.A fair and kind man, but one who refused to have even a single concubine. Perhaps it was because he was the great heir to the throne, or maybe because Kalias was the

For Kalias, who had waited so long for his revenge, the things he felt were contradictory; the loyalty that seemed to well up in his chest and the gentle way the Goddess's eyes rested on him—but the fallen one had decided that he would not be shaken, nor would he forget his purpose."How will you... change what has already happened?" he asked when he met Aynur the next day. His eyes were filled with doubts, especially... if there was still a part of the human he had kidnapped, or if now, only the Goddess resided in that body."I will not change something that has already happened, but I will make you return to where you belong," the goddess simply spoke, her eyes fixed on Kalias, as her lips curved, "my dear Alpha... don't you think I have truly abandoned you, do you?""If you haven't abandoned me, then how did I end up like this? How did you allow me to be as I am?"The Goddess sighed."There are many things to be seen, Kalias, and in the end? Mortal eyes are not capable of reaching

It was to be expected by any being with even a minimal capacity for thinking - the Lord of the Vampires would not be pleased to see his special place invaded by Kalias and the Goddess. But when the door opened, and Renriel came face to face with both of them on the floor, his face contorted in a grimace of contempt and resentment."You shouldn't be here," he said as he forcefully closed the door and ordered servants to "guide" the two to another room.It didn't take long for Kalias to find him in his office, his face bearing an expression the wolf was initially unfamiliar with."You shouldn't have done that," Renriel said with a severe tone of voice - a seriousness that Kalias hadn't heard in centuries."I didn't know where else to take her. I thought there would be no harm considering she's the Goddess," the werewolf tried to say, but the vampire's eyes dilated even further with anger."You had no right to take her there.""Renriel...""No." The vampire growled. "You know...""Yes...

When the eyes of the Goddess opened again, she faced a face full of expectations and fear – the troubled face of Kalias."Aynur…," he called her as if he feared she wouldn't respond, and in the mind of the poor creature with platinum hair, a flood of memories and sensations emerged. It was as if thousands of lives were united. Thousands of phenomena enveloped her in an endless ocean."Ah...," the Goddess grumbled. "My head hurts."Kalias' eyebrows furrowed in confusion - after all, it was not common for a goddess to feel pain, but with a sigh, the platinum-haired one stood up."Tell me, Kalias...," she began. "Did something go wrong?" Her starry eyes stared at the old wolf king.The platinum-haired one raised his eyes to hers."Alice?" He called, and that was the first time the lips had spoken the human name of the white wolf. It was the first time he confirmed her existence, life, and the life he took from her."So you always knew my name...," she laughed bitterly. "I thought you did